Lin Tian turned back to Lu Cang. He reached into a pouch at his belt and pulled out a small, porcelain vial. He tossed it to him. "High-grade marrow cleansing pill. It'll help purge any residual foreign qi from their drain and stabilize your foundation. Don't waste it."
Lu Cang caught the vial, his thick fingers closing around the cool porcelain. It was a Tier-3 medicinal pill, incredibly valuable for an outer disciple. It was the kind of resource you hoarded for a life-or-death breakthrough, not given away to a teammate who'd just been captured.
He looked from the vial to Lin Tian's impassive face. Something heavy and solid settled in his chest, right next to the ache of his wounds.
